Counting down.

It’s almost over.

2019.

Almost done.

2019.

We’re turning another year. We’re turning another number.

I need to start planning on what I’ll be doing over the break. Sure, there will be cooking, but what else.

Will I stay home again and do nothing, or will I go out and explore? I don’t know. I haven’t decided yet, but I may go to a few museums to get a feel for some art.

Maybe a few galleries too.

I need some inspiration.

I need a break.

I need to be free from this analytical mind of mine.

I need to get my creative juices going.

I need a rest.

2019.

It’ll be over in a few short weeks.

2019.

I need to think what kind of year you have been.

Okay-ish?

Possibly.

More later, in my yearly bah humbug to all posting.

Speaking of which, I need to go back and see what I wrote in the past few years.

Year-end rituals.

Sigh.

A creature of habit.

I need to find inspiration from other artists and see what inspires them.

Some paint basic everyday scenes. Others are abstract.

I’m finding my voice.

I’m finding my style.

I’m finding my practice.

I need to find my balance.

I’ll get there.

I’ll find myself.

Blah.

This isn’t going anywhere.

Distracted.

Very distracted.

Maybe I’ll do work.

Doing work.